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Try to touch with your right hand your right shoulder… Ok? Now try to touch your right elbow. Not so easy I guess, right? This is a way to explain the paradox of closeness: the closer to us the harder we have to understand it. Is easier to know a stranger than a friend; easier a friend than a loved one; less hard a loved one than yourself. We all are a mystery…

It’s in Imata at 3930 meters of altitude (12 893 ft). The night has claws of ice biting your flesh, if you know the nature and respect it then you know that you have to walk faster before the darkness…

But also there is a poetic beauty in crossing the highlands in the dark knowing that every step is a fight to live.

The color version of this photograph was one of the first one I published in WordPress, a place near Imata, a place that was just for me because it’s outside the touristic places and at 4185 meters above the sea level (13 730 feet) there aren’t so many people going to there.

In such places you can feel a peace in part beautiful and in part lethal, something similar to climb without equipment I guess, you’re not seeing the nature but also fighting to don’t be surpassed by it (in this case the loneliness in the cold of the season)

The light in your eyes says another name and suddenly bright thoughts left transmuted in ashes of a party day of a far yesterday. This night is a navigating pain in the memory of your eyes shining like beautiful moons sculpted in ice. What is this time that ends in nothing?; What is this circle that never closes for?